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| Favorite parts have been bolded. Oh man, this was one of the best conversations I've ever had. Definitely stand-up worthy.
Matthew973FM: Dude, the editors of the Bib' pissed me off.
turn upthe creep: You should write a letter.
Matthew973FM: Pffrt, I wrote a whole freakin' book!
Matthew973FM: Not like we had TYPEWRITERS back then, Kayce.
turn upthe creep: lol
Matthew973FM: But they were like, "Dude, look, there's 11 other Apostles that have to go in this book. You're not hogging the whole thing."
Matthew973FM: They managed to make room for an Old Testament, though...
Matthew973FM: OMG, and Jesus? He was totally rad.
Matthew973FM: He was like "Dude, I swear, during the Second Coming, I'm gonna get you a better book deal."
Matthew973FM: OMG, Kayce, it was so weird coming out to Jesus.
Matthew973FM: I was like "Jesus, I'm a homo..."
Matthew973FM: And he's like "Sapien?"
Matthew973FM: And I was like "No, the FRUIT kind..."
Matthew973FM: And he was like "Okay, so tell me this: Who is hotter, me or Luke?"
turn upthe creep: Hahaha.
Matthew973FM: And I was like "Dude, it's all about John..."
Matthew973FM: They were cool and all, but they would rag on me ALL THE TIME about being gay.
Matthew973FM: My nickname was "Forbidden Fruit"...
turn upthe creep: Aaw.
Matthew973FM: And they're like "Matthew's the reason we got kicked out of the Garden, dude!"
Matthew973FM: And I was like, "No, dude...you guys smoking marijuana is the reason we got kicked out..."
turn upthe creep: Haha.
Matthew973FM: And then Mark would just come out of nowhere, "You know, Olive Garden sounds good..."
Matthew973FM: Judas always ordered his food spicy.
Matthew973FM: Never quite knew why.
turn upthe creep: Haha, nice.
Matthew973FM: Jesus was like "Judas, you're going to have heartburn..."
Matthew973FM: Us twelve rocked, though.
turn upthe creep: lol Sounds like it.
Matthew973FM: Simon, Andrew, James, John, Philip, Bartholomew, Thomas, James, Simon, Judas and the other Judas.
Matthew973FM: (there were two, you know)
turn upthe creep: lol
Matthew973FM: Judas Iscariot is the douchebag. He's the one who betrayed J-Man.
Matthew973FM: (that was my nickname for him)
Matthew973FM: And then the other Judas is the brother of James. He was awesome.
Matthew973FM: That Judas was trouble, though.
Matthew973FM: We'd be rollin' in J-Man's pimp-mo-chariot and he'd be flashing signs to the Israelites...
Matthew973FM: And I'm like "Judas, you can't do that! We're in a bad neighborhood..."
turn upthe creep: Hhahaha.
Matthew973FM: Jesus would kinda have that look on his face like "I don't know him...he just showed up..."
turn upthe creep: Oh man.
Matthew973FM: Nah, Jesus was cool
Matthew973FM: Jesus had two dads.
Matthew973FM: And one mon.
Matthew973FM: *mom.
turn upthe creep: Ooh, saucy.
Matthew973FM: But see, we don't really know between the two of them who the real dad was.
Matthew973FM: Maury didn't come around for another 1900 years.
turn upthe creep: Haha.
turn upthe creep: No DNA tests back then?
Matthew973FM: Nah.
turn upthe creep: Lame.
Matthew973FM: I know.
Matthew973FM: OMG, that reminds me...
Matthew973FM: Jesus was showing off that "Water to Wine" thing, and we got HELLA drunk...
turn upthe creep: Hahaha.
Matthew973FM: Dude, don't play "Truth or Dare" while wandering through the desert drunk.
turn upthe creep: I'll take your word for it.
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|  Now I remember why I stopped keeping a blog. I use them too much.
Tonight I had one of the biggest fights with my sister that we've ever had. It contained shit like:
Socontroversial1: You're just upset that you don't have a boyfriend anymore.
turn upthe creep: It'd be nice to have a boyfriend, but I'm not fuckin stabbing myself in the thighs because I don't.
Socontroversial1: Maybe you should take that as a hint that I don't want to hang out wiht you.
turn upthe creep: Yeah, you're other anime loving, bacne covered, fat-ass grease ball friends...How I envy them.
She thinks I hate her. I don't. Nights like this make me never want to talk to her again to make her realize that she actually needs me. She's stubborn and sucks with words. I'm emotional but filled with too many words to get my point across in a way that she understands. I've never been angrier at her.
It sucks to realize that, if Kelleigh and I weren't sisters, I wouldn't even associate with her. I would probably smile at her when I passed her, but besides that, I wouldn't acknowledge her. | | |
|  With enough practice my fingers will fly again. My mouth wont hurt after fifteen minutes of playing.
I wont touch another march. I'll only play classical.
I need to hunt down the sheet music for Mozart's "Lacrymosa" movement of his final requiem. I want to play Pachelbell's "Canon in D" for my mom.
I've missed music. | | |
|  Funny how the person I'm writing this about is one of two people that read this.
I can't get over how you can change my night with something as simple as a text message. I read them (I'm not sure if this last one was lyrics, or something that you made up) and feel so warm inside. It's lame sounding, I know, but true. Why do you get to have this effect on me? And why do you have to live way down there?
Let it be London or Seattle, either way, I hope our plans work out.
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|  London calling. Then again, it always is. History, architecture, culture, and society; why aren't I there yet? I believe that the streets and alleyways that zigzag over the soil of London are the streets and alleyways that I was born to roam. The Tube, Trafalgar Square, Big Ben, the London Eye; they all hold hours upon hours of people watching that will no doubt bring about pages and pages of writing. I want nothing more than to get a small flat somewhere in the city. I'll spend my days grazing with the locals, going to the markets and street fairs. I'll spend the nights sitting on my couch watching the lights of the taxis zooming past me. I'll pay to ride the double decker tourist busses that trace circles around the city and listen to each driver's interpretation of the local history.
The picture that I put here is honestly one of the most beautiful pictures of London that I've ever seen. I'll live there someday, that's a promise. I'll fall in love there. I'll drink warm soda there. I'll become a fashionista there. I'll use red phone booths there. I'll pose with Beefeaters there. I'll chase the crows of the Tower of London there. I'll ride the London Eye for hours there. I'll spend nights in pubs watching soccer there. I'll do whatever is necessary to get there.
It's time to skip to the other side of the pond because, honestly, these warm waters that I've grown up in no longer suit my taste.
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